A/N: Hello and welcome back! Chapter 3 of Body Art is finally here! Honestly, I really need some time off haha I've been working myself to death lately. Now, about this chapter, I'm moving things along kinda quickly when it comes to Katsuki and Deku's physical relationship (SMUT WARNING FYI!) but their romantic/emotional relationship is going to take a little bit longer. I will confess since I don't generally write just smut fics I don't think I'm super great at it but I will leave the opinion of the quality of that particular section completely up to you. I hope you enjoy it regardless! ~Len
Ch. 3: My Narcotic
Is it supposed to itch this much? I feel like my arm is going to fall off. It had been around four days but out of fear of annoying the blond Deku tried not to text too much. He didn't want to come off as clingy or too eager but he did really wish to see the grumpy man again. He figured he could use his tattoo as a good reason to at least message him again. Just as the time before, he got a reply within seconds.
Yes, it's scabbing over, don't itch it. Do your best not to touch it at all. Do you still have the wrap on? Deku could imagine the frown on his face through the message but there was some amusement mixed in. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself but there was little he could do about it. His body had a mind of its own when it came to his thoughts of the muscled artist. He wanted to see him again.
I do for now, it's peeling at the edges though. He sounded like a child he was sure but if that's what it took to have a conversation he didn't care.
You can take it off today, like I said before do so in the shower. Or, if you want, drop by the shop after hours. I'll take it off and give you some cream to put on it to help the healing process. It was an invitation that he couldn't refuse.
Yeah, I can come over, see you at eight.
See you then, nerd. Deku sighed in relief flopping on his bed, heart thundering in his chest. It wasn't technically a date, but it was something he would look forward to regardless.
Katsuki sighed in relief as his last client left for the evening, Mei had the day off and Eijiro had already left two hours prior so it was just him closing up shop. Not that he minded the task, he could blast his music through the entire store as he cleaned and let his mind wander. Decompressing from the events of the day. He was getting overloaded with clients lately, maybe it was time to add another artist to their shop but that involved dealing with a newbie. A task that left much to be desired for someone that disliked most people. 'Most, but not all,' his brain reminded, as images of Deku flooded his mind for the third time that hour. It seemed no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on other tasks his mind somehow always brought him back to the sea-green haired man that had been on his bench. "This is ridiculous." He mused to no one as he swept the floors of the back rooms and sprayed down the benches again. As much as he wanted to believe he could ignore his feelings he knew that was next to impossible. He wasn't going to lie to himself.
"Hello? Katsuki-san?" the call came from the front door as Deku walked through ringing the welcome bells.
"Back here nerd!" he shouted over the music from the back room, sticking his arm out from the dim hallway for Deku to see. As the smaller male came in through the door he saw the blond pulling on some gloves and reaching into a drawer to pull out a bottle labeled 'oil', trying not to blush when images of what else they could use that for. "I'm going to take off that bandage, it's not going to feel comfortable but it'll feel better once we get some cream on it." came the explanation before Deku could ask. Deku nodded, unsure if he wanted to watch as the oil-slicked around the edges of the adhesive. The corners were the easy part peeling little by little without much restriction. Once the corners were nearly done and they started getting to the middle however it was a different story. Deku grit his teeth as Katsuki pulled down hard forcing the bandage to come off halfway before giving it a rest and wiping down the red area with cool water. The small whimper was partially acknowledged but the rest had to come off. Looking up into nervous but determined green hues he gave the smaller a nod grabbing both his wrist and the bandage. The yelp was very audible this time and had the blond looking at him with something akin to concern.
"S-sorry, I didn't..." he trailed off, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say exactly, everything he could say sounded stupid so he didn't let them leave his mouth.
"It's alright," Katsuki replied, again brushing down the inflamed area with water for a few minutes. He then pulled off his gloves and reached into a basket with a selection of tubes. Shuffling through them he found what he was looking for and popped open the cap. It was thick, thicker than vaseline or any lotion he had felt before and it smelled weirdly good. A mix of botanical scents drifted through the air as the substance was rubbed gently into his healing skin. It still burned a little when it was touched but the itching slowly subsided. "You can keep this bottle, I have too many, as soon as it gets a bit dry or starts to irritate you put more on. You should be almost fully healed by the end of next week." he continued, beckoning Deku to follow as he walked into the back office room to wash his hands trying to think of what else to say. He was sure about his feelings toward the smaller but...was it too soon to make a move? He wasn't one to wait around, if the opportunity arose he took it, so why was he hesitating now? 'Because this isn't the same, there's nothing logical about feelings,' his brain pointed out flatly.
"Katsuki-san? Is everything alright?" snapping himself from his thoughts Katsuki shut off the water and dried his hands.
"I was just thinking of what to get for dinner, any ideas?" he questioned back, it wasn't really a lie, he did need to eat still and it was getting late. If he didn't call it a date it wasn't as risky right? As long as there were no real feelings involved he didn't need to worry about anything becoming messy.
"Ahh...I don't know many places around here but I always go for ramen and sandwiches, they're pretty foolproof no matter where you are." Deku ran his fingers through his hair with a lopsided smile, unsure what to really make out of the question.
"Mm sounds good to me," Katsuki nodded, he wouldn't admit it out loud but the stupid smile on the green-haired's face was adorable. Even though he was slender there was something about the man that reminded him of an adorable soft creature. Something along the lines of a rabbit, playful, innocent, cute. That was Deku. Shaking his head a bit but unable to wipe the smirk off his face Katsuki grabbed his jacket and necessary items he needed to leave. "Did you drive here?" he questioned leading the smaller through his lock-up routine. Normally he wouldn't trust anyone else to lock up the shop, maybe Eijiro if he had to but this place was his and he preferred to keep it in order himself for safety reasons.
"Ah no, actually, I had to bus here this time...my roommate asked to borrow the car, he's moving in with his girlfriend this week. Why do you ask?" those doe eyes blinked at him, confusion evident, making it hard for Katsuki to find the right set of words for a few moments.
"Because it would be strange to ask you to dinner if you had your own car," he shrugged as casually as possible, noting briefly the sudden shade of red that came over the smaller's cheeks but it wasn't as though he could take it back. Instead, silence to muddy the air of the room as he waited for an answer.
'It's not like he asked me out directly...maybe he just wants to have some company, I haven't heard much about his friends.' Deku calmed himself while trying to find a logical reason that he was being asked to dinner without getting ahead of himself. "S-sure yeah! That sounds great," he smiled a little too much, trying to keep the bounce out of his step as he followed the taller to his car in the backside of the parking lot.
The ride to the food stands was relatively quiet, Katsuki's music playing to fill the open space as neither knew how to begin a casual conversation. Deku was curious about the older but at the same time, he worried about coming off too nosy. He didn't know much about Katsuki, outside of his nickname and that he tattooed and pierced people all day, owned a nice shop and a nice car that Deku didn't want to guess the price of. In comparison to him, the blonde seemed to have his life together. His world was figured out and stable, like clockwork. "So, you have roommates...shared house or apartment?" Katsuki eventually broke the silence between them, turning down the music so he could hear the other properly.
"Apartment, I moved in with a couple of friends while we went to university but I guess it'll just be me after the month is over. It's weird to think about, the idea of not having anyone in the other rooms...ah! I'm rambling sorry, you didn't ask for my entire living situation..." Katsuki wasn't sure if he was chiding himself out loud purposefully or not but he couldn't help his lips twitching upward at the smaller male's verbal flailing. If he was being completely honest with himself he found it rather cute.
"It's fine, I was curious, so...no girlfriend for you? What's up with that?" not that he couldn't venture a guess why, the emerald-eyed boy didn't exactly oose confidence but it was best to make sure he wasn't secretly taken. The crimson blush that covered the other's face said more than anything that could have come out of his mouth but he attempted to answer anyway.
"Ah n-no, I never really...found anyone that I particularly liked in that way, what about you? I can't really imagine you're single," Deku mused looking out the window in preparation for the long tirade that was likely Katsuki's love life. Head snapping back to the blond when he heard a bemused snort.
"Then your imagination needs some work, no I don't really date anymore, the last person I was with was kind of an ass so I don't really look for anything new. Takes too much energy," he confessed, he didn't like to think about his former relationship. Though things started out better than he could have imagined it turned unpleasant almost just as quickly and took nearly two years to get out of. He could only imagine how long it would take to fully heal from the whole ordeal but chose not to focus on it. Deku stared at the blond for a few moments, his eyes clouded over in forgotten painful memories before they steeled themselves once more.
"I'm sorry to hear that..." he mumbled out, he wanted to know more, despite that he barely knew the tattoo artist he wanted to help. He had helped others get out of abusive situations before, even if it meant physically stepping in front of them. Whether Katsuki was still struggling or not he wondered if he could provide some sense of support for the man.
"It's fine, the past is the past. We're here, what do you want?" the change in topic came as a blessing as he parked and the two ventured over to the grouping of food stands. Realizing just how hungry he was, Deku's mouth watered at the smell of a nearby ramen stand and subconsciously pulled the taller blond to the object of his stomach's desire. Katsuki shook his head as he was led by the younger, he doubted Izuku even noticed what he was doing, only able to focus on getting something to eat. He stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet, as Katsuki took the liberty of ordering for them.
"Thank you!" the wide unbridled happiness had Katsuki's heartbeat pick up for a second, willing himself to fucking chill he nodded back and the two sat in welcome silence as they ate. "So you live in a house?" Deku questioned, conversation resuming as they were able to slow down toward the end of their meal.
"Sort of, it's a two-bedroom suite, second floor from the top," Katsuki replied, downing his drink and prompting the stall owner for another.
"That sounds expensive..." Deku mumbled more to himself but Katsuki shrugged.
"Not when you're splitting rent, I first moved in with another artist but they moved out a few years back. I haven't really thought about downgrading but I should eventually. There's no point in having that much space when I'm the only one there." he explained, the shop made more than enough money for him to get by and then some but the open space was making him more than a little depressed. Eijiro had mentioned he should get an animal to keep him company but Katsuki knew that would be a disservice to the animal since he was rarely home. No, in his heart he knew he wanted a person, another conversational person that he could get along with. Finding someone like that was easier said than done, unfortunately.
'I wonder what his home looks like...the studio is always clean, I can't imagine it's messy...' Deku mused to himself, or at least he thought he did until he met amused ruby red eyes. The smaller felt his cheeks heat up and briefly wondered if he had stopped breathing when the other spoke again.
"Do you want to see it?" the question was so casual, as though the tension in Deku's body and the blush on his face wasn't even there. Numbly he felt himself nod, mind whirling as the time seemed to stretch out before them as they finished. As soon as he climbed into the car, his brain decided to catch up, this was happening. He was going over to the artist's house. This was really happening. Trying not to look like a blushing fool the whole time Deku busied himself trying to find out where he was in the city exactly. Katsuki didn't live directly downtown, he pulled up a steep driveway to the parking lot of a very refined-looking eight-story apartment. Deku made sure he wouldn't hit the car door beside him as he slipped out, following the blond to the entryway. The place was bigger looking on the inside, polished floors and spotless windows were the first but not the last things he noticed of the glamorous interior. "Hurry up, nerd," he heard. Not realizing Katsuki had already pushed the button on the elevator. Scampering up next to the older he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He had never really been to an upscale community, Todoroki's family belonged to one but Deku rarely went over there and his friend moved out before they even left high school in order to get away from his father.
"Wow..." he gaped when the door to Katsuki's suite was finally opened, stuck to the floor as he took in the wide-open room, floor-to-ceiling windows, marble countertop, and very fluffy looking carpet. A leather couch and wooden coffee table were the only two occupants of the living room outside of a wall TV and gaming console. In the kitchen, he could see a glimpse of a tall spice rack and neatly organized hanging pots. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from Katsuki but Deku found himself being pulled into the oddly homey-feeling room.
"Make yourself at home, I don't bother to do much with the space, but I have cable and streaming services. Or console gaming if you like that better though it might not be your thing, I'm going to get changed real quick," Katsuki explained as he stalked off down the hall, the idea made Deku blush so hard his face may as well have been a light fixture. In order to quell his drying mouth and distract his head, he took off his shoes and sunk into the couch, a soft moan was pulled from his lips. The cushions cradled his body nicely and smelled vaguely of ink, metal, and soothing cologne. He resisted the urge to giggle like a child but he liked being here, it was so different but undeniably pleasant. Grabbing a remote Deku started flipping through channels until he landed on something that looked like it was worth watching. He always enjoyed action films, he didn't know what Katsuki liked but hoped it wasn't too nerdy. An old All Might movie was playing, Deku's lips curled into a fond smile, All Might was his favorite as a child. He vaguely noticed the couch dip beside him but he certainly noticed the amused chuckle that had no right making his heart jump like that.
"Is this okay?" he managed to squeak out after a couple of seconds, daring to steal a glance at the other man.
"Is what okay? The movie or that you're in my apartment?" Katsuki answered with his own question, pinning Deku with contemplative curiosity.
"Uhm...both?" he wasn't sure what that meant, did he not want him here anymore? Was there something he was missing? Maybe he wasn't supposed to say yes to coming? The questions swam endlessly until he felt a flick on his forehead, immediately covering the warm spot with his own hand.
"You think too much," Katsuki explained with a shrug, pulling out the ipad Deku remembered seeing when he was designing his tattoos in the studio. Flipping through a few digital pages he smirked and turned the screen around. "Should this be your next one?" it was a cartoon-styled drawing of All Might beating up a villain known to the series named Touga although the normally female body was warped into some sort of alien mix. The colors were bright, it almost looked like a kid's drawing but re-done with more skill and perceptive outlook.
"I-I'm not sure that would look good on me," Deku chuckled when the blond snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Obviously not, you're too thin for something this blocky, it would make you look even shorter than you are. It was one I did for a superfan and his kid, they were both into the movies but the kid wanted to add his own elements into it so this is what his dad ended up with." Deku shifted closer to see some of the finished images of said father and son, the boy's father proudly showing off his piece with his kid smiling wide next to it. They continued to flip through some of Katuki's other tattoos he had done that weren't featured in the book Deku had remembered looking through.
"You really do everything don't you?" he noted after a while, he only duly noticed that he flipped onto his stomach, arms resting on the blond's muscled thigh supporting his head as he stared at the screen. Immersed in the creative genius that was Katsuki.
"Mm not everything yet, but whatever is out there I'll at least try to get good at, people want all kinds of different things and only a real ink master is able to switch between all the known styles without faltering," came the reply, absently he ran his fingers through Deku's hair, it was a lot softer than he initially assumed. The color was still strange but he supposed he had seen weirder enter his shop and he couldn't really talk when it came to oddities. With both his hair that constantly tried to defy gravity and eyes that made most people assume vampires were real, he had long learned that possibilities were endless and it's best to just appreciate them at times.
"Ah, Kacchan is amazing," the nickname slipped causing the movement from above to suddenly still. Realizing his mistake Deku quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. Fuck. He didn't mean to say that. 'Shit, he's definitely going to kick me out now.' he almost winced when he finally looked up again.
"What did you call me?" Deku couldn't tell if he was angry or not, granted he wasn't screaming at him but he didn't think that tone was particularly friendly either.
"I-uh-I hear it from the receptionist at your shop and I kindoflikeditsoIstartedcallingyouKacchaninmyheadbutIdidn'tmeantosayitoutloud!" He rushed through the sentence before taking a few moments to breathe. Not even he knew he could talk that fast. Katsuki's eyes narrowed, lips in a creased frown.
"Then what's yours?" the silence was broken once more, the tone was the same but there was no malice like Deku expected. Instead the green-haired male looked at the other, clearly confused as to what he was being asked. "Your nickname, you know mine so what's yours?" he clarified once he realized the smaller had no clue what he meant.
"O-oh, um, Deku is what my friends call me I guess..." he fumbled a little, relaxing when he saw Katsuki's head tip back as though he was reading the name on the ceiling.
"Mm, I like it, Deku, it suits you," a sly grin broke out when the man in his lap shivered. Hearing his familiar nickname in that baritone had his face going red for the millionth time that evening. It sounded sexy, sultry, and he had no doubt Katsuki could be just that and more if he wanted. "You liked that," the statement was almost purred, another rack of shivers assaulted his body, settling straight into his pants. How could he be turned on by nothing but tone, he had no clue, but it was happening and he didn't think he would be able to hide it. Obviously the artist was a lot more observant than he originally thought. "What else do you like? Deku," again, more of that low purr, this time drawing something akin to a submissive whimper from his throat. To both his dismay and pleasure that only seemed to add fuel to the fire. The hand that was in his hair now traveled slowly down his back, stopping just before it hit his ass.
'He's so warm, it almost burns,' the younger bit his lip to keep himself from protesting when that hand lifted itself from his back, the disappointment was short-lived, thankfully, as his shirt was being raised with it. Leaving his back open, which was soon after taken advantage of. Katsuki traced his shoulders, his torso, every rib, every muscle, by the time he got near the beltline again Deku was close to begging.
"More?" it was whispered and yet still managed to carry as much sure-authority as his normal voice. Deku nodded, not trusting his vocal cords enough. Not even a moment later he was being flipped on his stomach and pulled upward, his shirt somehow gone, sitting with his back against the muscled artist. Helpless to the hands that took little time to begin mapping out his body. He sucked in a sharp breath when one of them found his nipple, already hard, and hypersensitive Deku didn't even try to hold back the moans. Back arching off Katsuki as the nub was rolled between two fingers.
"Fuck," he hissed, unable to say more as his breath was once again taken when he felt a mouth on his neck. If he thought the blond's hands were warm, it was nothing compared to his tongue. The miniature inferno ignited a trail that fried his brain. He wasn't technically a virgin but he may as well have been with the way he was panting for more. The blond obliged without him having to say anything, a good thing considering he couldn't talk, effortlessly he was picked up and carried down the same hall he watched Katsuki walk before. Deku clung to his neck as he opened the door and almost tossed the smaller onto a full-sized bed, he liked the sight of the lusting toned man writhing on his bed from the phantom touches left on his skin.
"Suck," it was commanded more than asked but Deku didn't have the mind or the balls to do anything but obey when two fingers presented themselves at his lips, without protest or delay he took them into his mouth. Relishing the small flutter of eyelids from the taller male when he sucked harder on said digits until they were pulled from his mouth, it was then he noticed his pants had also been discarded. He couldn't help the small tremble of fear that shot through his body making him tense when he saw what was clearly a lube bottle also coat the blond's fingers, jolting when the free hand touched his inner thighs. "Relax," this time the tone was softer, Katsuki waited until his breathing came in more than ragged pants and received a nod before he continued. The first finger didn't feel so bad, slipping in about as easy as it could and gently probing around, the second one had him reminding himself to calm down and relax again. The third had him tense unexpectedly, Katsuki stopped his movements, waiting once more until the smaller relaxed some. He said nothing but his eyes locked with Deku's, silently asking if he wanted to continue or not, when he nodded Katsuki continued slowly. Dragging his fingers around the inside of the hot cavern, pressing against the sidewalls, as rough breath turned into small moans and a bit of squirming he slipped his hand out. Taking a second to lube his cock so he wouldn't tear the poor sub, he placed the tip at Deku's entrance.
"G-go slow, please," he heard the whimper from before him and rolled his eyes but obliged, he wasn't stupid, he did have to restrain himself a bit when he finally began to push past the stubborn ring of muscle. Letting Deku rest with his just head inside the eruption of heat was no easy task, thankfully the smaller didn't take too long to adjust, giving him a nod to continue pushing inside. He did so slowly but didn't stop until he was completely enveloped, his own breathing was more labored than he remembered, he wanted nothing more than to just fuck that hole.
"Shit. Deku..." he moaned out leaning over the shorter, propping himself up on his forearms he licked and sucked on Deku's neck. Greedy hot bites that made the other buck upwards. Deku wasn't necessarily small either, he noted as hard wet length was repeatedly pressed against his stomach with every nip. He could get lost in the noises that filled the room. Before he could ask if it was okay to move, the younger took the initiative to rock himself up and down on Katsuki's dick. That was enough of a sign, the blond pulled himself out halfway and slammed back inside, Deku arched, letting out what some may consider to be a half-scream. Arms gripped Katsuki's neck and dug into his back as he forcefully fucked the toned moaning mess. Neither of them were going to last long, after so many months of not having a real partner the feeling was overwhelming. He wasn't going to cum first though, he would make sure of that. Reaching down he took a hold of Deku's length and pumped in time to his thrusts, relishing the feeling of the twitching member in his hands.
"Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan!" was all that poured from his mouth as he was fucked into the nice sheets and memory foam mattress, he knew what was coming. Heat pooling in his stomach and his head, body growing far too warm. "Kacchan, please!" what was he begging for he didn't know, he just didn't want the blond to stop, he didn't want this to stop.
"Come for me, Deku," the demand was growled into his ears, eyes flying open and mouth dropped in a silent scream he did as he was told. Wracked with pleasure-filled tremors he saw nothing but white heat, his cock pulsing, slicking them both with white fluid. Another bite to his neck and low moan was all the warning he was given as his insides were pumped full of Katsuki's seed. A different warmth pooling deep inside making him feel fuzzy, like he was high on some unknown narcotic. It was only one dose but he was thoroughly addicted. When they finally stopped moving and Katsuki slipped out he winced, he was going to be so sore tomorrow. He barely felt himself be cleaned and half-redressed in something loose-fitting, blindly he searched for contact and found it when the mattress dipped beside him. Katsuki pulled him back against his bare chest, the last thing Deku remembered before losing consciousness was a blanket and soft kisses placed on his shoulder. He could get used to this for sure.
A/N: Well there we go! Hope you guys enjoyed it, hope the smut scene wasn't too painful to read, like I said I dabble more in romance and story-plot than I do in actual sex scenes but I hope it was at least pretty okay? I have no clue when chapter 4 will be out, I struggled so much in forcing this into a direction I won't lie. I've also now been thoroughly emersed in the TodoBaku or BakuTodo pairing (sorry sorry) so I've been working on two fics for that as well which has taken a lot of my attention. But yeah, not much else to say right now, I don't know how long this is going to be still but I know for sure there will be at least two more chapters, gotta get Deku back in the ink chair after all! And I will dive a little bit more into both his and Katsuki's past next chapter I think. Until then, thank you all for reading, I really appreciate it! Have a wonderful night/day or whatever time slot you're in and remember to keep writing, keep reading and live creative. Until Next Time! ~Len